here is a major functional gap in my skill set when it comes to unraveling poetry and yet my philosophy of writing has come from poets. ‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.' These are the concluding lines of John Keats’ poem, ‘Ode On a Grecian Urn.’ As a child of Holocaust survivors, when I first read those words, I was provoked beyond provocation. Auschwitz was truth, where was the beauty in that? The Tempest was beautiful, but it was fantasy, far beyond truth.